Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 217 Mundungus

  While Albert was watching the little old man in front of him, Aberforth was also secretly looking at Albert.

  In the eyes of this old man who has lived for more than a century, Albert is undoubtedly a very special existence. This is a precocious child who has matured far beyond his age. Regardless of his words or rhetoric, they all have a strong purpose, not like what a child would say at all.

  Aberforth doesn't know what this kid is doing in the black market? But it's definitely not like what Albert said just now, just because of interest, he came to see what the black market looks like.

  If it was just out of interest, he would not easily give himself a Galleon, even if the other party's family was really rich, he would not do such a thing.

  A gallon is a lot of wealth for a child of Albert's age, but this child did this, which makes people feel very meaningful.

  What does he want to do?

   Is it really for dealing with people in the black market?

  This is really ridiculous.

  Aberforth is more willing to believe that the other party did this on a whim.

  Of course, what the kid in front of him wants to do has nothing to do with him. Aberforth is just curious.

   He should be in Ravenclaw College!

   However, the Weasleys seem to all go to Gryffindor House.

  The old man thought of someone, his brother, the young Albus Dumbledore. Not long after entering school, Dumbledore showed extraordinary talent for magic. Maybe this kid in front of him is a similar guy!

   Talented and ambitious.

   Aberforth thought so.

   After a while, Hogwarts students began to appear on the streets of Hogsmeade, but no one paid attention to the situation in remote corners.

  Hagrid didn't leave immediately, and stayed in the Pig's Head Bar to take care of Albert and the others. He was very worried about leaving Albert alone in the Pig's Head Bar, for fear that this trouble-loving guy would do something wrong again.

   Several people sat chatting on the rough wooden table near the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

  During the period, Albert recommended their wizard cards to Hagrid and Aberforth. Unfortunately, Hagrid didn't seem interested, but Aberforth was very interested in wizard cards, and even took the initiative to play a game with Fred.

"It's really interesting." Aberforth stared at Dumbledore's card and said, "However, if you want everyone to like it, you'd better put more effort into the card, at least make it look more refined, Not a half-finished product like this."

"We are going to spend five years perfecting and promoting this game." Albert said while packing up the wizard cards. He heard a loud crackling sound from outside. Mundungus appeared in the Pig's Head Bar using Apparition outside.

   "Aberforth," Mundungus called from the doorway.

   "Why didn't he come in?" Lee Jordan couldn't help asking.

   "Who knows?"

   Later, Fred and the others learned the reason from Hagrid. The owner of the Pig's Head Bar didn't welcome Mundungus, a guy who likes to steal things.

   And Mundungus seems to have done something and was banned forever from the Hog's Head.

   As for the grievances between them, it is not something that Albert and the others should pay attention to.

  Mundungus looked at Aberforth and said, "Oh, Aberforth, Merlin's beard, I thought I heard it wrong just now."

   "The customer I introduced to you." Aberforth nodded to Albert and said.

Mundungus looked sideways at the young Albert, was also stunned, then turned his head and said to Aberforth, "You're joking, to be honest, it's not funny at all." Mundungus looked Looked annoyed, he had been eating and had been taken aback by Aberforth's summons.

   "He's not joking." Albert also looked at the sudden, smelly thief.

  Mundungus was a squat, unshaven man with short, bow-legged legs and a stench that might have come from running through an alley or not having bathed in months.

  In short, Albert doesn't like this guy very much, but it is undeniable that Mundungus does look like a competent thief.

   "He needs two rune snake eggs, if you can get him that."

"Rune snake eggs?" Mundungus' eyes wandered back and forth between Aberforth and Albert, "You know, those things are very popular in the black market, but it's not common, and I doubt that the child Whether you can afford enough galleons."

  Mundungus felt unlucky and turned around to leave.

   "Perhaps, we should build trust first." Albert said, "Of course, although I don't think there is much trust in the black market, but... if there are more transactions, at least there is a basis for trust."

   "How many more deals?" Mundungus stopped, turned around and asked, "What do you want?"

   "I need a bucket of salt, if you can get it for me."

   Albert narrowed his eyes, staring at Mundungus's eyes, narrowing dangerously.

   "Hell, what do you want a bucket of salt for?" Mundungus and Albert looked at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable, and avoided it involuntarily. This guy gave him a strange feeling. The other person's eyes and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth were not something a child could have.

   This kid sees through my thoughts?

   Such an absurd idea appeared in Mundungus' head.

   "You just need to know that it is enough for you to get one Galleon!" Albert calmly offered his own price.

   "Okay, **** bucket of salt, wait for me for a quarter of an hour." Mundungus muttered, "When the time comes, if you let me know you're teasing me..."

  He shut up because Albert casually grabbed a handful of Galleons from his pocket.

  Mundungus Apparated and left in a hurry. He only needs to know that the customer has money. As for who is willing to spend Gallon to buy a barrel of salt, that's none of Mundungus' business.

   "What do you want a bucket of salt for?" Hagrid looked at the place where Mundungus disappeared, and asked with a frown.

   "Pickled pickles." Albert said jokingly, and his words were not actually a lie to a certain extent.

   "It's not funny at all." Hagrid raised his eyebrows slightly.

   "Well, a transaction is the basis of cooperation." Albert explained.

"You also said that thieves are not trustworthy." Hagrid frowned even deeper, and couldn't help reminding: "I think you should stop dealing with that kind of stuff, those guys in the black market like to take some counterfeit goods. goods to fool others."

   "It's okay, I hold a grudge." Albert said lightly.

   Hold a grudge, what does that mean?

literal meaning?

   "Didn't you say that you never hold grudges?" Fred suddenly opened his eyes and said.

   "Is there? When did I say that." Albert directly denied what he had said.

   "As expected of Albert." Lee Jordan couldn't help muttering.

   "By the way, what do you want salt for?" George asked.

Albert didn't answer George's question, but said flatly, "Whether it's potions, making joke props or magic props, some things can't be bought in Diagon Alley after all, and Mundungus will send them." Useful."

  (end of this chapter)